Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
the Association,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.